Hermione Granger Monologues Novels & Stories

She looked like Luna now and not Juliet Sinclair, the top student. She walked to the side of the stage and waited. The music changed to something slow and heavy and then, the announcer called her name. "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Luna!" The crowd cheered and Juliet stepped onto the stage. Pink and purple lights hit her skin and the pole stood tall in the center, cool under her fingers. She started moving. Her body rolled against the mental. She climbed up, legs wrapping tight, then slid down slowly. Every move felt sharp tonight and the memory of Professor Knight's dark eyes kept flashing in her mind.

She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house. “Hermoine Granger,” I answered and Susie fell into a rant about how the dynamic between her and Ron Weasley made for the perfect love story which I couldn’t help but agree with. *** An hour into The Chamber of Secrets I caught a scent that made me freeze in my seat, the room was dark except for the light of the tv screen but Jasper’s presence was clear as day to me. He was accompanied by a blond guy who looked to be around his age and as they searched the crowded room for space to join the marathon, it became painstakingly obvious that the only space left was on the couch beside me.

She sat up, cleared her throat and spread her palms on her thighs. Finally, everyone thought. Madeline would speak, and since Hermione was the one in trouble, Madeline would spare no words, she would use every venom in her tongue to poison Hermione and send her crawling on her knees. Madeline looked around the dining room, exchanging glances with everyone seated at the table, before she spoke. "I want to say I am surprised at your character Lancelot, but I'm not. It has become a common habit for you to make a mess of important occassions these days."

Emily replied, her voice strained. Emma sensed the pretence, knowing that there was more to the story. Determined to uncover the truth, she turned to Drago, hoping for a different answer. But to her dismay, Drago echoed Emily's words, denying any underlying issue. Feeling the urgency to bring clarity to the situation, Luna Malfoy, their astute grandmother, intervened. She reminded them of her unique ability to delve into their minds if they refused to communicate openly. "Oh grandchildren! Do you remember that I'm having the ability to read each mind right here, no matter how well you hide what's on your mind, I will still dive right in." She bloated in with a knowing assurance smile, earnin

Hermione was a sly woman who would do anything to get what she wanted, I believed my mate but it still hurt that she had something to say and she was not proven wrong at all. I sat casually on my seat behind my desk and threw my head back, lost in more thoughts. Hermoine's voice rang continuously iny head and I struggled to concentrate on anything. I shut my link but the voices would not stop, they were from my memory, from my subconscious mind, from my deepest fears rooted in my soul. A repeat of what I had suffered in Chester's Pack already. "No! Not again!" I screamed alone in my office as I gripped the table for support.

It was like a new rejection all together. _ "Hermione, you took so long. Are you okay?" The Queen asks "I am, thank you your majesty." I bow, plopping my buttocks on the empty seat opposite the Queen. Athena and Adonis search my eyes worryly, obviously I had cried a river. Glinda and Hermione sits concentratedly, eating the meal before them. "So, tell us Hermione, how are you dealing with the loss of your grandmother?" Glinda cuts into my reverie, with a plastered innocent smile

he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Your tone suggests otherwise." "You'll just have to wait and see," he stated smugly. Hermione shook her head, returning her attention to the dishes. She reached for a particularly slippery glass, but her fingers lost their grip. It slipped from her hands, and she lunged forward to catch it — but her wet foot slid on the tiled floor. "Whoa—"

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

All I know is I'm no longer with the Moon, but on immortal soil. We executed the plan what felt like days ago, but was only seconds. We got everyone together, they harnessed their magic, and here I am, Hermione, having taken my place. The magic still vibrates through me, my own having been stilled to the point I doubt it works anymore. I force myself to look up.

"In books I have travelled,not only to other worlds, but into my own " I abruptly slammed the brakes . Samuel got up with a start from the backseat and Scar continued with her rhyme "Jingle bells, umbridge smells, losers go away. Draco's hot Voldemorts not, Hogwarts all the way hey!!" Sam and me turned our heads towards scar simultaneously. We looked at her for a while , she stopped singing and Sam was the first to break the silence